It is 6:30pm, the sky looks like that piece of colorful cloth with picture of elephants, giraffe or Mt. Kilimanjaro silhouetted against sundown, it’s a lovely image and one for which a tourist could pay a small fortune to take back home with them . In this land of little change, except the raised midday temperature, the change in wind direction and of course, sunrise and sunset.
Botswana, long day, long straight roads, I was about to confirm my own madness for making a decision of traveling with a bike. The silence of this vast empty land gives me the chance to wonder deep within my mind try to find the possible reason of what is the hell I was doing, these moments were interrupted time to time by huge loads tracks passing with such force making me wobble like a drunkard. Most of them, highly visibly, display the front and rear phrase ‘Hakuna Matata’ ‘No worries’.
Every day I thought it was my last and vowed never again will I do such an insane but eventually I made to Cape Town. I would like to say Botswana is amongst of the most boring countries to cycle in, if not an excuse of losing my emotion and enthusiasm in this country.
With memories of Botswana again, as I sit in my room and stare at the map of the world I have up on the wall. I draw a line of my planned route, and estimate the distance to be about 50,000miles. No matter how small this map appears nor how I try to pronounce the number, still, I can’t smile!